[Erykah Badu speaking]"The boy raps over... movie scores... his last rap was over the movie score for 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'."[Part One: Eternal Sunshine]She said she'd never fell in love with a superman,Christian, Muslim, Protestant, LutheranI told her that being a mortal is the portal to the true nature of growth; the Christ like Buddha manThat's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fansThe radio is just a stereo, like the house ain't a home, and a chair is just a chair, ask Luther VanGo to work, go to church, let your dreams dieBowtie, final call, and the bean pieyarmulke for Hanukkah, wishlist for ChristmasThis is the jist of the life that we lead, why?So you can fit in, with the close minded in the sit-ins, and get clotheslined in the ed-endI could care less about a plaque and the Bidd-enz or gettin' Punked on TV by my frid-endsDon't get a nigga wrong, I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songsBut what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and your a Jew and because of that alone we don't get along?And when you talk like this and try to walk like this the radio stations'll never put a nigga onJust Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy, Dem Franchize Boyz and Jimmy JonesFuck that, fuck rap this God-hop,King-dom mu-sic for the hard rocksI'ma spit it 'till TRL get it and Hot97 hit the nigga with a bomb dropAsk Flex, ask Slay, ask Who KiddJust Blaze said, "Jay is the new kid."I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it,No drums, no hook, just new shit...Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind...[Part Two: Paper Thin][Voice of Gene Wilder in "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" followed by applause.]The handling of a heart, a very delicate art, 'cause it's paper thinone irrelevant thought, that started out as a sparkcould be a poisonous dartthat leaves a permenent markthat's ice cold in the day and burns in the darkand makes you never wanna see her face againTee-hee what a place I'm inLead me to the sta-tio-nA one way ticket, don't look back,one cold tear that frozen crack,a whole lot of pain I'm holdin' backSheriff said, "F that roll the sack."I said, "If my skull was cracked,and blood ran out to the cul-de-sac,that could not match me where I'm at."My memories flash me there and backyup, there goes me right there in blackholdin' hands not starin' backshe starts cryin' I start denyin' and it's my faultand I'm aware of thatMan, in hindsight signs be glarin' backWhere's the mapto show you where you're at?I can hear the crowd yelling, I can smell the tire smokeI can hear the starter pistol where's the track?ring no answer came home lateJane told Dick she had a datebut they was just chillin'and at that moment the right brain says to the left, "just kill 'em."make the headlines, make the front page, wild out in the courthouse man thrill 'emthey'll say the boy dead wrong but I feel him.[Part Three: Voodooman][Voices of children arguing in Kurdish.]Voodooman, chickenbone chickenbone,I can make a thunderstorm from a light rainMy ears start ringing,my nose get bloody,I feel a lil' bit of pressure on my right brainIntermission transmissionPut me in submissionGlistening trapped in the light prison whistlin'the Christ told me "Come closer to the light, man."I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand...Voodooman, tap dancing in the French QuarterWalking on water with a scroll in my handThe blueprints for a disc shaped-like vesselthat was chiseled out of metal off the coast of JapanFasting on the top of a mountain I went to TepoztlanSaw a shiny object floating out of the oceanI'm sort of like a postman,you can get the message if you want to understand,from the rap slumber man...[Voice of man speaking on a UFO sighting.]Voodooman, civilize the savageCriticize the parishSpreading false doctrineterrorize the clericfor carrying on nonsensespecialised lies to paralyse the conscienceVoodooman, chit chatter abracadabraSpitting out matter while I'm shitting out dataMmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappersSipping Pelegrino while I'm giving out matchesSet yourself on fireLet the wisdom of Elijahpurify ya take a nigga higherSold your soul to the high-est buyerNow you're on the wiretalkin' about two-foot tires.Saying you sell crack,clapping at cats with macsbut you're a liar, pants on fire.Same old rugged cross different crucified Messiah...[Part Four: FYI][Voice of Malcolm X during his 1962 radio broadcast entitled, "The Tribe of Shabazz", followed by applause.] While you was blowin' "x" amount of dollars on a bracelet,the sovereign nation of France was openin' their files on the UFO phenomenon, i.e. spaceships,It's just the facts, Jack, may as well face itEvery rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of revalationsan atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation, mysterious shitcall me Jay Dogon, I'm on some serious shitScholars wonder "Why do he bust?"Allah blessed me with the Midas-y touchEverything I lay the hands turn to Ethiopian gold, shiny and buffed.I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plusSo I ain't got time,to argue with a rapper 'bout how he ain't got rhymes, that's fuckin' with mineI'm try'na kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake'cause a rapper in my face tellin' me that he's "The Great",you can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past JupiterYou couldn't be stupider,fuckin' with the nuclear,Mayan,Aztec lion,Asiatic black man from ZionQuetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steamdimethyltriptamine makes a man dreambut y'all would much rather hear me rappin' 'bout trash,the size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash,We need savin',minds are consumed with swine, we need bathin'.[Voice of Gene Wilder in "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" followed by another man's voice which asks the listener, "Are you watching closely?"]
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